Loving how my pussy throabed.nuzzles slowly on my Clint.wet and hot. Around my tight pussy..the toungue felt so wet and hot swirling higher up my Clin.... Twisting ...I moaned and cried ‘ oh god.’ I felt myself coming.... I heard no response. What type of ghost was this. This continued for hours. The pleasure unbearable.feeling pressure on my mound I lifted my hips to meet this thing.. and a oral intercourse lasting hours developed.i heard a devilish growl.. and licks on my nipple circling around. Julia picked up and said hi, how are you. Followed by, about the other night. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. She immediately said are you still there. I said I was. She said, well I wanted you to know how wonderful that was, and that she would like to get together again soon.I told her that I would like that. She asked if I needed someone to go to the game with on Saturday. I asked how she knew and she told me that she is the one that suggested to Mr. Regis that. The third rustle was louder still. Sneaking a peek was called for once again. To my surprise, not only were her legs spread and her pussy lips calling to me from the top of those divine legs, but now her blouse was undone, revealing a beautiful, proud nipple upon a firm tanned breast. Before I could stop myself, I heard a "Holy shit," echo around the coach.I blushed and tried to sink into the seat. My heart sunk and I though she would let fly. But no. Her right foot lifted up onto the seat next. As he looked around the Living Room, he saw their wedding picture and immediately felt his sharp intake of breath. He had almost forgotten how lovely she had looked on that day and the picture was a somber reminder of what had been lost. His reaction was not lost on Steve. ‘That’s what I did when I came back from the morgue. I couldn’t connect the loss with that wonderful day and this photograph. I’ve been tempted to put it away and yet it doesn’t seem proper. Then yesterday, I sat here and.